It was sobering and spiritual to lay on that operating table and know that, not only had Argenta been with my dad only moments before, but that he probably was in that very room. I wouldn't be surprised, even, if she could still see him and hear his final counsel for her. It was bittersweet to say the very least. It still is. Mom stayed the night at our house the night before so that she could be there when the kids woke. As soon as Xiana got home from school, she brought all three down to the hospital. Ekco and Xiana were pretty smitten. Kolton was excited, but a little ambivalent as well. Every time he held her he looked slightly terrified. His interest in holding her lasts about 10 seconds. Xiana and Ekco will hold her for as long as we let them.
We barely escaped the hospital after two nights. My blood pressure spiked despite restarting the medication. Then, the doctor heard a heart murmur and had to do an echo on Argenta. But, with great relief, they let us leave! I hate staying at the hospital. You can't get any sleep. The transition home was quite successful really. I mean, emotions were certainly high. Arguably, Kolton has had the hardest adjustment, but even he seems to be taking it all in stride. Our household certainly hasn't been without outbursts, tears, and tantrums, but for the most part, things have gone well. Sleep at night has varied, but for the most part, Argenta is a pretty decent sleeper, not anywhere near as good as Kolton was, but fairly decent nevertheless. I've been going to bed right when the kids do and leaving Brian with the babe for a few hours on the idea that, no matter what, I will at least get two hours at the outset. The last couple of nights have been substantially more for which I'm grateful. Mom has been a tremendous help too as usual, taking the big kids, cleaning, and grocery shopping. Still, I think it has been the most bittersweet for her. I don't think she ever considered being a grandma without a grandpa. And I think that after helping out here in the chaos her house seems lonelier than ever.
Of course we've been buried in kindnesses and generosities. People bring us meals and company which is wonderful. It's only been a week, so I know I'm not out of the woods, but apart from feeling a tiny bit weepy, I don't feel crazy postpartum insanity yet. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I can bypass it altogether. I'm really trying to enjoy every moment of this precious girl while also not missing out on these moments with my older kids. Knowing this is our last makes it easier, somehow, to endure the hard parts and enjoy the pleasant ones. After all, I know that this is the last baby I will be nursing at 4 am. It's sobering and refreshing all at the same time. We are so happy to be a family. We are so grateful to know that families are forever. This life wouldn't be tolerable if we didn't have the promise of forever, for I don't want this to ever end.